My Green Guitar
My Green Guitar is old and weatheredÂ
Your white guitar is new and shiny
My hand grapples with the strings and choppy notes come out
Your fingers caress the cords and graceful melodies grace the air
My hand strangles the neck holding for dear life
Your palm offers a gentle support to the stemÂ
My guitar seems oversized in my lap leaving me uncomfertable
Your guitar seems as if it was tailored to your liking
My guitar is chipped and battered
Your guitar is polished and untouched